The props used for trust shooting are very few, and you only need to buy a bag of small balloons.
The total price is no more than one yuan.
In addition, just call the brigade's medical team to be on standby at any time.
2pm.
Trusting that all preparations for shooting were in place, Jackie Chan asked Gray Wolf to take Lone Wolf Group B to the shooting range. He took the medical team and ordnancemen there first.
Because there was no advance notice, everyone in Lone Wolf Group B was not mentally prepared at all.
As soon as I arrived at the shooting range, I saw a team of military doctors. I felt inexplicably nervous, but I didn't know what was going on. There were question marks all over my head.
But one thing is very certain.
That is, the entire B group is unanimously convinced that Jackie Chan must be playing new tricks again.
"What kind of training requires such a big battle, and even military doctors have to be on standby? There is no death courage training. Is it more exaggerated than that?"
Jackie Chan couldn't bear it any longer and asked in confusion: "Tell me, instructor, if he really wants to talk, don't make fun of you. Blowing balloons is for older children, right? You are special forces after all, so you can't do that."
It’s so appropriate.”
"Live ammunition?" Jackie Chan said thoughtfully.
It’s not just “cold hands” anymore!
At the same time, I am even more worried!
As his thoughts became more and more doubtful, he held the balloons in his hands and put them under his head.
Let’s go to target practice first, a 200-meter half-body ring target, and each person shoots two magazines. Before you come back from the shooting, you can return to today’s formal training.”
"Yes, yes, older children may not be able to play for a long time, but they just broke down." Zhuang Yan smiled mysteriously.
Trust is something that can only be gained by talking about it. It can also be practiced by shouting a few slogans. It is something outside the bones.
As a result, Zhuang Yan showed an intriguing smile, shook his head and said, "Yes, he needs bullets, he just needs to put the balloon above his head."
"Pah! Pah!"
Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui still understood, and walked over each other confused.
Jackie Chan, the special training instructor, is different from other instructors. His mind is full of all kinds of strange and sexy operations, the likes of which he has never seen before.
Because we think that we too will end up being beaten with guns aimed at our heads.
Only by condensing our souls into a tight band and binding us all together can we form a broken fighting force.
There is no way to predict it, let alone guess it.
Only a team that works together can unite its combat effectiveness.
"Very bad, Jackie Chan. He gave you the balloon and loaded the bullet into the gun." Zhuang Yan walked up to Jackie Chan and handed over a bullet.
It doesn’t matter how talented you are, you can guarantee that you only need to practice this lap.
In this atmosphere of collective anxiety, the six members of Lone Wolf Group B were brought into the shooting range and lined up under the command of the coyote.
Zhuang Yan gave a decisive answer and urged: "Hurry up, don't be nagging, give them seventy seconds, and the old man can push the cart two hundred meters."
The ostrich screamed excitedly, and when everyone's eyes were on my body, he explained like a treasure offering: "You have seen in TV dramas that Shao Shaoshao holds an apple under his head, and then shoots it with a bow and arrow.
"Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui, they will go out and follow you over there."
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."
"Jackie Chan, on the right and Geng Jihui, on the left, stand outside the circle waiting area." Zhuang Yan pointed to the underground circle and said.
That's worse than a barrel. If you find the few wooden boards you need, it's still usable, but if it's filled with water, it's worth nothing.
Perhaps the special forces' lung capacity was too small, or perhaps they were too excited by Zhuang Yan's fright.
Otherwise, I am just a bunch of bad-looking boards, which can only be called a bucket.
"Take a break!"
"Hui Lang, according to what you said later, he brought the others to the waiting area."
"Yes, yes, absolutely, if you are beaten by him, you would rather kill yourself with a bullet."
Zhuang Yan turned around and came to Ji Boheng's side. Geng Jihui also thought he wanted to give me a bullet, so he took the initiative to hand over the balloon and wanted to exchange it for a bullet.
Zhuang Yan explained it very thoroughly. Jackie Chan and others understood it as soon as they heard it, and at the same time they became even more curious.
The balloon is as small as a fist. What if the opponent's hand shakes, or he is relaxed, or has some other intention, and hits him crookedly and in the head?
"When they don't exert force, just take it easy and blow until your fist is small."
The ostrich's head shook like a rattle. This exaggerated expression and movement, coupled with the fact that the two of them had always been a living pair, made everyone laugh.
What method will Zhuang Yan use to develop team trust among Lone Wolf Group B?
"Is there any reason? That's an order." Zhuang Yan shouted warmly.
In special operations, especially strategic-level forces, each person does not have a functional section that he or she is responsible for. It is very difficult to find those sections, and it is even less difficult to tie those sections together perfectly.
Geng Jihui had no choice but to comply.
Ostrich, who has been scolded for having a big brain all day long, was the first to react when he saw that scene.
Jackie Chan learned to answer quickly, interrupting Zhuang Yan's words, and finished pretending to be stupid.
Put the power of life and death in the hands of others. Whether you live or die depends entirely on the other person, and you have complete legal control.
Special training instructor Jackie Chan strolled onto the stage with the same smile on his face.
The other seven people in Group B, who were standing in a "T shape" in the upper preparation area, temporarily became the melon-eating crowd, fell silent when they saw Zhuang Yan's balloon.
"ah??"
The more we think about it, the more scared we become, and the more we think about it, the more panicked we become.
You can't prevent bullets from flying out and hurting people accidentally.
After meeting the basic conditions for trusting shooting and minimizing the possibility of unexpected events, Zhuang Yan ended the reading of the training subjects.
The Ostrich and the seven hygienists talked to each other and had a good conversation.
Trust shooting naturally exercises trust, the trust between them, conditional trust, and the trust of trusting each other with their lives.
What Zhuang Yan said did not solve the mystery, but made everyone in Group B understand it more clearly.
"yes!"
With Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui as the parties involved, our doubts are even heavier.
"The thugs are full of fantastic ideas. What kind of torture is that for us? Doesn't the balloon have anything to do with training?"
…
In response to the doubts of Ji Bo and others, Ji Bo slowly uncovered the mystery.
It will make him so healthy that he can even hold chopsticks.
"What does ballooning mean?"
The hygienist actually thought of it, poured a basin of hot water over it and said, "Look at how excited he is, what is he enjoying? You only hit him with a gun to know that he can still be so excited."
You'll tell them, but now, and they'll have to cool off after this.
It can only hold water if all the boards are held together with iron hoops.
Therefore, the foundation of teamwork is not trust, and the training you are going to perform today is not to let each of you completely trust each other and condense the soul of the lone wolf group B."
"What's that for?"
"Is it a balloon blowing competition? Face to face, who can blow slower?"
As soon as they heard that the old man was asked to push the cart for 200 meters, Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui's faces changed slightly and they started to work quickly.
"Yes, live ammunition."
A special operations team is like a bucket. The eight of them are not eight boards. Trust is not the soul. The iron hoops that bind them together.
The two sides stood face to face, one of them fired a bullet, and the other held a balloon above his head. The scene was not very strong.
"I know you are all wondering what kind of training is today and why no military doctor is on site.
Zhuang Yan laughed and laughed, so he could only send one more message each, and explained the specific details.
Zhuang Yan walked over and handed out a balloon to each of us. Jackie Chan and Ji Boheng were even more confused.
"Come on, blow up that balloon."
Strong girls can also become sissies.
"No, you know, you know."
If the thug asked Jackie Chan to take a gun and hit the balloon under Geng Jihui's head, absolutely, if that was the case, you would have guessed that you are very tall, haha."
The ostrich has come to his senses, and it is quite peaceful to eat melons now, but I will end up waiting for a while. I think of the balloon that was shot in the head with a gun by the health worker...
"without!"
"Why?" Geng Jihui asked.
But everyone who was smiling and laughing turned serious.
There were mounds of dirt about two meters low on the right, left and right behind the place.
In that uneasy atmosphere, everyone in Group B was taken to the shooting range by the gray wolf. Each person received 60 rounds of bullets and retreated to the shooting position.
Zhuang Yan and others all had this doubt. The more they thought about it, the more they felt something was wrong, and they couldn't help but become nervous.
60 rounds of bullets were fired continuously, and all eight Jackie Chan men retreated into shooting mode.
During the continuous and concentrated shooting process, the emotions of Ji Bo and the other eight people gradually stabilized, and their concentration gradually became more concentrated.
Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui tried their best, and both of them blew up the balloon.
The old man's cart is Ji Bo's favorite physical activity. It is not very difficult. The main purpose is not to torture people, but to make them want to die.
What Zhuang Yan requires is precise shooting, and it is a long-range shooting from 200 meters away. The shooting difficulty is indeed low, but it is enough to be cautious.
Ji Bo issued two orders in succession, turned around and walked about ten meters outside the shooting range, arriving at the place where two circles were drawn on the ground.
Gunshots, like fried beans, rang out one after another at the shooting range.
"You got it, you got it."
Jackie Chan and Geng Jihui were inexperienced that time, so they blew up the balloon very neatly, tied a knot at one end of their buttocks, and looked at Zhuang Yan.
"Today they are training a new subject called trust shooting.
very slow.
Because it is the foundation of special operations and the soul of a team.
The expressions in their eyes were low and uniform, they were all eager to know what they were going to do.
"Isn't there a direct relationship between balloon blowing and training?" Ji Boheng asked again, frowning.
Zhuang Yan snatched the balloon from Jackie Chan's hand, put the bullet in my hand and said: "Give him ten seconds to load the bullet into the gun and prepare for shooting, otherwise..."
"Do you still need to cool down? What if you want to be so exaggerated?"
Why should they be given the conditions to trust each other?
The two sides stood seven meters apart and faced each other.
Ji Bo and others need to hold their breath, concentrate their concentration, and fire one shot at a time.
"An ostrich deserves to be called an ostrich, but its brain capacity is not that big."